That night, Jiang Ni, who was no longer West Chu's Princess Taiping, went down the mountain alone. Hsu Fengnian did not fly into a rage out of humiliation and destroy her rebellious cursive script. He just lay on the stone steps, drank half a pot of rice wine, ate all the beef, and waited for the east to turn white before leaving Taixu Temple. That day, Hsu Fengnian was still diligently practicing his blade. A clumsy bird always flies backward, always suffering a little. After dawn, the little boy sweeping the floor saw the scribbled words on the square and was shocked. He thought that an immortal had descended to the mortal world to write a heavenly book. He threw away his broom and ran back to the hall to call for his master. After his master read it, he called for his master again. Finally, the six most senior martial grandmasters of Wudang were all gathered.
The only person in the world to have completed the Great Yellow Court Pass in the last sixty years was the sect leader Wang Zhonglou.
Chen Yao, who was in charge of Wudang's moral precepts, was inflexible but not inflexible. He was over ninety years old, but his body was still healthy. He loved to walk in circles and reprimand the most talented disciple on the mountain. Before he finished scolding, he would begin to feel sorry for him.
Song Zhiming, who had lived for two centuries and was a full 140 years old, appeared to be the lowest in seniority. He had already come out of the Last Prison Pass seven or eight times. If he wasn't the first in the world, then he would be the second. At the same time, he was in charge of refining external elixirs. Wudang had nearly a hundred elixirs, most of which came from his hands.
Yu Xingrui, who had just returned from his travels in the Eastern Sea, was dressed sloppily. His inner strength was vigorous, second only to Wang Zhonglou. He had just reached sixty years old and had taken in a disciple with an exceptionally good constitution. The child was not even twenty years old. Wudang's seniority often had nothing to do with age.
The sword maniac Wang Xiaoping, who was even more mute than a mute, was like an ancient well without ripples. It was as if he had no other concerns in his life besides the sword.
In addition, the last person on Wudang Mountain was probably the one who did not do proper work and only pursued the illusory Heavenly Dao, Hong Xixiang.
"Good writing." Chen Yao praised from the bottom of his heart.
"Excellent." Yu Xingrui nodded in agreement.
"Good writing is good. Apart from the seven words at the end, this Da Xiong is filled with grief and indignation, yet unyielding. This is the first time I have seen something like this. " Song Zhiming, who was twice the age of an average person, sighed heavily. He bent his waist and stood at the beginning of the book, studying it carefully. Twirling his vine-like white eyebrows with one hand, he exclaimed in surprise, "Come to think of it, it seems that the seemingly redundant seven words at the end are the finishing touches. What a great Oath of Death. "
"Good calligraphy. Compared to the current cursive script, it's even more boundless and unrestrained. The dragon leaps over the heavenly gate and the tiger crouches on the mountain. What's more, it's a good piece of writing. It's hard to imagine that it came from a girl who's not even twenty years old. "Wang Zhonglou's words sealed the coffin.
"Shh, shh, shh. Be softer," Junior Granduncle said nervously.
"What's there to be afraid of? His Royal Highness is practicing his swordsmanship down there," Wang Zhonglou teased.
"In any case, I'll be the only unlucky one when the time comes." Hong Xixiang muttered.
"It's easy to get along with young people. We're all old," Wang Zhonglou said with a smile.
"Eldest Senior Brother, just because I'm young, you're pushing me into the fire pit?!" Hong Xixiang said with grief and indignation.
"Junior Brother, you have to understand that if I don't enter hell, who will? The Heavenly Dao is nothing more than this." Wang Zhonglou laughed. In front of his junior brothers, how could he have the demeanor of a transcendent Daoist immortal?
"Bullshit! That's Buddhist language! "Hong Xixiang shouted.
"Ten thousand streams flow from the east into the sea. The words are different, but the logic is the same." Yu Xingrui laughed, adding insult to injury.
"Did you hear that? Your Senior Brother Yu's words are reasonable." Wang Zhonglou patted his junior brother's shoulder, then exchanged a smile with Yu Xingrui. They were all old and had no hope of immortalization. The greatest joy they had was to tease their junior brother a little. Who knew when they would be lying in a coffin, so they would say as many words as they could.
Wang Zhonglou said, "Junior Brother, your calligraphy is the best here. Take advantage of the clear weather and copy it. Place it on the top floor of the Sutra Depository and store it carefully."
Hong Xixiang rolled his eyes, "If I don't write it, if His Royal Highness finds out, I'll lose a layer of skin."
Wang Zhonglou laughed, "At most, you won't copy the last seven words. What's there to be afraid of?"
Hong Xixiang muttered, "In any case, the one who gets beaten up won't be Eldest Senior Brother."
Wang Xiaoping, who had not spoken for sixteen years, stood still for a long time. Finally, he said hoarsely, "There's sword intent in the words."
The four older senior brothers looked at each other, then they all smiled knowingly.
Hong Xixiang, who had not heard his Sixth Senior Brother speak ever since he came up the mountain, said in despair, "I'll write it!"
Three days later, thunder boomed loudly.
Hsu Fengnian came to the Great Void Temple again with an oil-paper umbrella. After the rain, there was only darkness on the ground. The rain gradually became heavier. The raindrops poured down on the umbrella and made a pitter-patter sound. He saw a thin figure carrying a peach wood sword come to the square and stand in the other corner.
Hsu Fengnian did not know if the white-haired Old Man had left Beiliang Palace or not. Otherwise, he could have called him over to fight with this sword maniac. After the life-or-death battle with the Dongyue swordsmen, it was different to watch experts fight. It was no longer just a show. Dispelling this tempting idea, Hsu Fengnian turned and went down the mountain.
Outside the thatched cottage, Wutong Garden's first-class maid, Blue Bird, stood in the thunderstorm. She held an oil-paper umbrella with a Blue Luan painted on it, quietly waiting for His Royal Highness.
Blue Bird brought with her a letter that Da Zhuguo had personally handed to her.
Hsu Fengnian walked into the room that was filled with secret manuals and almost had no place to stand. The bed, table, and chairs had already been piled up. There was only a clean space in the corner. Unsurprisingly, that was where Jiang Ni slept. Hsu Fengnian sat on a pile of books. He tore a few pages from the "Tiger Cage Saber" to wipe his face, and then tore a few pages to wipe the rain off his hands. Only then did he open the letter. In the letter, Xu Xiao wrote that he had already sent people to the capital to gather information. He did not hide anything. He had begun to prepare to invite a Bodhisattva to suppress Eunuch Sun. In two years, he would make Eunuch Sun lose his power. What really stunned Hsu Fengnian was that Xu Xiao had finally uncovered the mystery. Why did he want him to come to Wudang? He wanted Wang Zhonglou to transfer his Mystic Understanding cultivation to him!
This was a shady business that defied the heavens!
Was he not afraid of being struck by lightning?
Hsu Fengnian destroyed the secret letter. His heart was in turmoil. He raised his head to look at Blue Bird who was standing at the door and asked, "Can internal energy be transferred to others? If so, as long as one passes on one's internal energy before death, won't the experts of the sects and large sects become stronger with each generation? "
Blue Bird said calmly, "The effects of a pill or a bowl of rice vary from person to person. The amount of internal energy transferred is at most half. There was once a devil in Jianghu. His internal energy was profound. He liked to forcefully transfer internal energy to others. He saw with his own eyes how those people's bodies could not bear the burden. In the end, their limbs exploded and they died. Only a complete head was left. "
Hsu Fengnian was dumbfounded, "There's such a madman who harms others without benefiting himself?"
Blue Bird nodded.
Hsu Fengnian asked, "Do you think this is Xu Xiao's idea, or my master's?"
Blue Bird replied honestly, "I don't dare to say."
Hsu Fengnian said helplessly, "Then it must be Xu Xiao."
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